Auctioned to the devil [M × M]

Benjamin's POV

"You'll be my personal whore," I said, meeting his eyes with a satisfying smile.

Tobias stood there with clenched fists and a tightened jaw. His face burned with rage."What the heck do you take me for?" he shouted, pointing a finger in my direction.

"I'm not a whore-or anybody's whore," he continued, his voice raw with fury. "I will never allow someone like you to touch me."

How dare he speak to me like that.

He seems to have forgotten-I'm the King of New York.

I kill for less.

I don't fucking care that I bought him for a million dollars.

But for some reason, I haven't put a bullet through his damn skull yet.

"You will not speak to me like that in my house," I growled, my voice rising with anger. Though I might love his defiance, I don't tolerate disobedience. My men might begin to think I'm going soft.

I pulled my gun from my pocket, cocking it in his direction.

"It seems you've forgotten I bought you."

"You don't own me." Tobias muttered in a low voice.

I could see the fear in his eyes-but that damn defiance was still there.

He took a step back.

I stepped forward. His body swayed away instinctively.

"I own you," I said coldly. "And you owe me everything-starting with obedience." He swallowed hard and repeated, quieter this time, "You don't own me."

I put my gun away and moved closer, my fingers brushing the back of his neck-softly.

His body trembled under my touch. Interesting.I smirked. He's so damn responsive. He says he doesn't want to be touched, but his body tells a different story.

"Yes, I do," I muttered against his ear, the anger dissolving into waves of desire crashing through me.

That seemed to break him. He spun around and snapped, "Go to hell."

A slow, dark smile curved my lips. "Already there. And you, Tobias... you're my favorite sin."

He hated how his body reacted to me.

I could see it in the flush on his cheeks.

"What do you want from me?" he spat.

"Everything. Your fear. Your fire. Your surrender. And your body."

His breath hitched.

That damn body-always betraying him. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear.

"And you're going to give it to me, Tobias. Not because I force you... But because you'll crave it. Hate yourself for it. But still come back for more."

"Never," he whispered, though his body leaned in instead of away.

My hand trailed lower-slow, taunting, calculated-dragging down his chest. I watched the tremble in his muscles. His denial didn't match the fire in his eyes.

He hated this.

And yet... he stayed.

I tilted his chin, his mouth dangerously close to mine.

"You can pretend, Tobias. Keep that little lie on your tongue all night. But I see the truth in your eyes. You want this."

He didn't answer.

But he didn't stop me either.

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars for every time you satisfy me."

He hesitated... then nodded.

I stepped back slightly, my gaze burning into him.

"Get on your knees."

He flinched-like a man at war with himself.

And then...

He sank. Slowly. Reluctantly. Knees hitting the floor. Fists clenched at his sides. Still defiant. But submitting.

That was the beauty of it. I smiled, dark and victorious.

"That's more like it."

"Unbuckle my belt and take my cock out," I commanded.

He met my gaze, then dropped his eyes to my trousers.

His trembling hands moved to the buckle.

He unfastened it and pulled my trousers down slightly.

My cock, semi-hard, strained against my boxers.

He peeled them back, and it sprang free.

His eyes rose again, locking with mine.

Then he dragged his tongue across his lips.

Fuck.

Those lips...

My desire surged. My cock hardened, fully erect.

I gripped his jaw.

"Hold it out," I said slowly. "And wrap those pretty lips around it."

He swallowed-his Adam's apple bobbing.

His fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly.

Up... then down.

I gasped.

Fuck.

He was driving me mad.

And then-finally-his lips closed around the head of my cock.

He sucked, slow and maddening.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I fisted his hair and buried myself deeper into his throat.

I fucked his mouth with punishing thrusts-fast, raw-then slowed just to feel him gasp, to watch him struggle.

He choked softly, throat tight around me.

"Relax," I whispered. "Breathe through your nose." He obeyed. Good.

"Good boy."

The light that flickered in his eyes... fuck, it did something to me. I threw my head back, hips rolling into his face.

"Uhm... uhm... uhm..."

The sounds tore from my throat-desperate, primal. Pleasure surged like a tidal wave. I was close.

So fucking close.

And then-

My climax hit, hard and fast.

I emptied inside him, every nerve on fire, my grip tightening in his hair as I rode it out.

When the pleasure faded, I slowly pulled my softening cock from his mouth.

"Swallow every drop," I said firmly.

He stared up at me-eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

Regret.

Humiliation.

Something darker.

His fists were clenched on his lap.

I stepped closer, brushing his chin, forcing his gaze to meet mine.

"Look at you," I murmured.

"Kneeling at my feet, my cum still on your tongue... and you're still pretending you're not mine?"

His breath hitched. His silence spoke volumes.

God, I loved that defiance.

Not because it challenged me.

But because it made breaking him so much sweeter.

I knelt, leveling with him.

My thumb dragged across his swollen lower lip, catching the wetness still clinging there.

"Does it hurt?" I asked quietly.

He blinked, startled. "What?" "To want me this badly," I whispered. "To hate yourself for it. To need more." He swallowed hard, fists still clenched like he was holding on to the last piece of himself.

"You can say it," I murmured. "I already see it-in your eyes. In your body. In every tremble." Still, he said nothing. I rose slowly, letting him watch me adjust my cock-but I didn't cover up.

Let him see.

Let him burn.

I pulled a hundred-dollar bill from my pocket and tossed it onto the bed.

"That's what you get for now. Satisfy me more next time, and maybe you'll earn the full thousand." Anger flared in his eyes.

"We had a deal," he hissed. "You promised me a thousand." I smirked.

"I never said I was satisfied. This is what you've earned-for now. Do better, and maybe you'll get more."

I turned toward the door. Paused.

"The maid will bring you something to eat." I glanced back coldly.

"Enjoy your first night in the Devil's Cave, Tobias."

I stepped out, closing the door behind me with a sharp click.

I turned to the guard standing post. "Make sure he doesn't escape." "Yes, boss," the guard replied. I lingered a moment.

He hated me right now.

But even in hate, he trembled for me.

He could resist.

Fight.

Spit fire.

But he was already mine.

And whether it took days, weeks, or months-I'd make sure he knew it.